I dont do well if Im kept behind an office desk inside it makes me lose my mind, which wonders endlessly where all the birds fly freely with their silhouettes and perfect symmetry. I draw doodles of eccentric faces in the margin spaces of important papers then I hand them in with a comedic grin. You ask if I need help, oh where do I begin? Ive got a pocketful of poetry; Ive got a head full of songs, a heart with wings. You couldnt tie me down to anything and thats enough for me. People are good, loving, they tell me. Do as you should, all will be well they say life is a test, please give the best answer A or B or C, pick one instantly. What if theres so much more to me? Ive got a pocketful of poetry; Ive got a head full of songs, a heart with wings you couldnt tie me down to anything and thats enough for me.
Posted on: Mon, 18 Nov 2013 05:24:54 +0000
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